[CLOSED] Smoke & Mirrors: Kirkwall

[minrathousian]

WHO: CLOSED to those who signed up.
WHAT: Inquisition personnel work to identify Venatori agents who have infiltrated the Inquisition in Kirkwall.
WHEN: Early November.
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Violence, murder.

In Kirkwall, the threat to the Inquisition is more covert:  four Venatori agents have infiltrated the Inquisition's base of operations in the Free Marches, and have insinuated themselves well into the workings of the organization. Perhaps they have made befriended you, or established themselves as a quiet loner who prefers only to focus on their work, with little interest in socializing. Actionable intelligence suggests that they will take advantage of the Inquisition's reduced numbers in Kirkwall to attempt to seize valuable information. The trouble now is identifying just who the infiltrators are--and stopping them before they access vital information, or create further havoc.

Comments

[venaterribles]

A warm smile and a nod of deference, and Rufus is on the verge of taking hold of the shackles when Atticus gestures behind him. He turns to look, and is caught easily in the trap, giving a yelp of surprise and at once dropping the keys to fumble at the chain now pressing against his throat.
Captain Basco has always been large, a wall of a man, and would be quite formidable if not for his good nature. The former has served him well as a guard, the latter as a leader of them, yet neither serve him at the moment. The trap is already sprung, and neither his bulk nor his charm can prevent it.
Instinctively, he backs up to slam himself and by extension his assailant against the stone wall, an effort to either knock him loose or crush him. The time to think clearly has come and gone, and goes farther as air continues to leave his lungs.

[minrathousian]

All Atticus has in his favour is the element of surprise, a chain that is bound by lock and magic to his body, and the sheer bloody mindedness that is required to commit to strangling another human being to death.

His back hits the wall when Basco slams them both back into it, knocking the wind from his lungs and clacking his teeth against his lip. He grits his bloodied teeth through the smarting pain radiating outwards from his shoulder blades and turns his head to the side, his cheekbone flush to the crown of Basco's head. "Shhh," he has the audacity to hiss breathily as he gives the chain another harsh, shattering yank right against the vulnerable windpipe, the tension in his elbows and forearms making the entirety of his torso shake and tremble, but he doesn't relent. "Don't fight. Don't fight me."

The point of a knee presses into the small of Basco's spine, and Atticus uses all of his weight (and he is a lean man, but not slight) to bear him down to the dank prison floor.

[venaterribles]

Unable to find purchase on any part of the chain, Basco claws at it nonetheless, gasping fruitlessly and barely able to hear Atticus over the roaring in his ears. His resolve weakens by the second, and by the time he receives the knee to his spine, Rufus is easily crumpled to the ground.
The sounds grinding out from his tortured larynx would turn any decent person's stomach, growing more violent as his desperation reaches a head. This is all wrong; he was sent to help, to protect the boy who trusts him, whom he loves so dearly, his... maybe someday they could have discussed it, and the only way to find out was to keep living and watching over him.
In the moment before he blacks out for good, Rufus has the shuddering revelation that not only is Octavius still in trouble, but his mother--
--Lady Vedici, the only woman he's ever truly loved--
--doesn't know where he is. May think he betrayed them.
The last sound that leaves Captain Basco is four hissed syllables barely recognizable as a name, "Ophelia." Then he loses consciousness, and the fight is over.

nuke it from orbit, it's the only way to be sure

[minrathousian]

He holds tight through the guard captain's last, wheezing gasps through what has to be a crushed trachea, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut with the effort required not to relax his grip, not at all, until he's certain that consciousness is well and truly gone. Even then, he relaxes his grip only long enough to shift his weight, to encircle the chains around Basco's throat so that the weight of his own body does the work for his arms. Then, he at last lets himself sag back against the frame of his wooden cot, sweaty and disheveled and bleeding profusely from his mouth, and stares with glassy eyes into nothingness.

It takes a moment for the trance-like state required for him to enter the Fade to arrive, but when it does, he sweeps into it with predatory efficiency. Basco's presence there is so faint, so minute it might as well be a wisp, a bit of spirit detritus that whatever passes for wind in the Fade might do away with at any moment. He's dying.

Atticus grasps him by his shoulder and spins him, his free hand crackling with telekinetic energy, and strikes.